gcdm meeped happily and nomed away at the meat, swaying his tail side to side, this is the first piece of real meat he had in a long time, the king fed him slop and food wastes and he was happy to finaly have a real chunk of meat.

Demonicus smiled as the guard finally stepped back and pushed the gates open for the black-armored knight.

"Heh, I knew I'd get through to you." He hissed as he stepped into the castle courtyard.

He shifted back and took a small glance at the guards and spoke once more as the gates began to close.

"Don't try and stop me or your king dies..." He said as the gates closed.

Finally he had reached his goal and was going to take this town for his own. pushing the doors to enter the castle's main hallway. Guards were stationed everywhere, unmoving as if Demonicus was invisible.------------------------

The shadows chirped and hissed as they had found their prey. Slithering under the doors, the creatures almost made a hypnotizing shreak as if in pain only to realize that it was a signal as more came through the cracks.

All of the shadows snickered in unison as if it was a joke. One stood from the group of them. Its body covered in a black trenchcoat that seemed to be eaten by the very shadow he was.

"To keep you all here...Master Demonicus wants you all to stay put. He believes you all are quite valuable to him for some unknown reason whether it's alive or dead." The cloaked one spoke.---------------------The doors of the royal chamber opened as the shaodw knight entered. The king sat on his beatifully crafted chair. Next to him was his queen and his daughter, Princess Kalyn.

The guards made a quick move to try and apprehend the man but the king silenced them with a wave of his hand.

"Your Majesty, allow me to get straight to the point. I need you and your queen dead..." Demonicus smiled.

"Dead? What use would we be if we were dead?" He inquired "A little strange don't you think? Unless it's necromancy, then it's quite interesting." he casually took a step towards the shadow in the trench coat "However, I for one will not be at the mercy of another, my soul bound unwillingly into service." he raised his sword "You will have to fight me."

He rushed at one of the shadows, swinging his sword in a diagonal slash and smirking as the shadow dissipated from existence. The others started to close in and he fought until only the one in the trench coat was left.

By the time we reached the city gates, I felt ready to collapse. My captor had roused me bright and early and would me no food or rest until we had come to our destination. Despite his predictions, it was rather late by the time we arrived. He hurried me into his cart as he begun to speak to the guards. I could only hear vague, muffled voices, but it wasn't long before we were moving again.

I could hear only muted voices and footsteps as we traveled, but was grateful that I was finally allowed some respite from pulling the cart. I couldn't see where we were headed, though I guessed we would soon be before the king that this man spoke to me of.

I felt the cart stop not too much later. After a few more muffled exchanges, the blanket covering me begun to move. Light flooded into my eyes, and I was temporarily blinded. I could only feel a prick piercing the scales on my hind leg before I was dragged back into an uncontrollable slumber.

And so begun my life of slavery.

During the long years of my captivity, I was "trained" in many different areas. Some days they taught me combat, in case I was needed to fight in a war. Other times I was taught to hunt and gather food and supplies for the kingdom. Most of the time, I was used as a beast of burden, ferrying supplies back and forth for construction of new buildings. Over the years, I noticed that I was a rather lucky one - I saw many more young dragons be brought in, work a few days, and die shortly after. It seemed that very few of the dragons survived past their first few weeks, even fewer were still alive after a year. Even more unfortunately souls were killed by our captors, either as punishment, or to break the rest of us.

The first time I was exposed to a dragon's death, I froze solid, unable to move a muscle. She and I were working underground, digging away at the rock for some purpose we weren't told. She tried to rebel against her overseers, but was quickly brought down by the same painful magic that the man who had captured me had used. She tried to run again, but more humans came to supress her. They pulled a weapon I had seen earlier, and fired it, a direct hit landing on her chest. The powerful force pushed her into the rocky wall of the underground, and she fell in a crumpled heap. The humans blasted her body with their horrible magic, and she screamed in agony, awfully, as she died. They turned to me, and I quickly looked away and continued to dig.

I still remember the dead dragon's eyes, silently staring, almost judging.

After a while, though, I became desensitised to death, and was made to ferry the dead dragons to their "final resting place". I won't go into the horrors of that accursed ground.

It's been many years now, though I lost count of exactly how many long ago. Every passing day I thought of Moragh, of what the man might have done to her, of how worried she must of been, even if she thought of me still.

The grate opened in front of me. I didn't have time to think any more today. Today, I was to be an "entertainment" dragon...

( D= i forgot the the site's url!, i ended up just googling my name until i found it again) *gc drapes a wing over the small frightened dragon and hid in the shadow, he knew something was wrong, but what was wrong, he didn't know, he tried to contact the man through telepathy, hope he might know)